Moonspear southern gothic

Hydra observed her sister, who did not acknowledge her; but it was not just her, but anything surrounding her. Hydra, dogged wretch that she was, elected simply to follow her in silence. She could appreciate that much for a short while. Think, too. Her cubs had brought plenty of noise; this was... nice. The circumstances surrounding Yama's was one Hydra was not entirely oblivious too, and that alone was what caused her gaze to darken as she mutely moved alongside Yama. Background noise indeed; for a moment, Hydra had near forgotten she was there. Yama blended well with the oncoming fall foliage; her elder sister already thought of ways she might be useful.